The black-robed man was about to stand up and attack Zhuo Wen, but when he saw Murong Fuge using the bleeding spear, his face changed slightly, and his body backed away involuntarily.

This blood spear is a divine weapon of the second-order peak of Breaking Heaven, and its power is not ordinary, and it is even more powerful when it is suddenly blasted at such a short distance.

In the eyes of the black-robed man, Zhuo Wen is sure to die, and it is impossible for a mere fetal transformation to stop the power of the second-order peak of Potian.

Zhuo Wen was still sitting on the main seat, at the moment when the blood spear came to his eyebrows.

A golden light burst out between his brows, and a sword intent of the soul suddenly rushed out, slashing on the blood spear.

boom!

The powerful force exploded, and the blood spear was directly blown away and flew upwards. The powerful force spread, and the entire roof of the main hall completely shattered.

"What? This guy..."

Murong Fuge, who was following behind the blood spear and was ready to attack at any time, was stunned when he saw the blood spear being knocked into the air, but his body fell headlong into Zhuo Wen's side due to inertia.

Zhuo Wen was expressionless, and directly punched Murong Fuge in the face.

boom!

The terrifying power spread like ripples, and Murong Fuge's right face was directly deformed, his face bones were shattered, and he smashed his head into the ground under Zhuo Wen's feet.

Fan Shuang and Shi Jianwei noticed with dazed eyes that Murong Fuge's head had been stuffed directly into the ground, leaving only the body outside.

And Zhuo Wen was still sitting on the main seat, with his right foot unceremoniously stepping on Murong Fuge's back.

Murong Fuge, who was struggling constantly, was directly trampled to the ground by this foot, and his head on the ground made a sound similar to sobbing.

"Young master!"

When the two beauties saw Murong Fuge fall headfirst on the ground, they shouted in shock and anger.

The man in black robe roared angrily and was about to rush towards Zhuowen.

"Do you want your son to die?"

Zhuo Wen saw the black-robed man about to rush over, and said plainly.

The black-robed man, who was originally furious, stopped immediately after hearing these words, and he also regained his composure.

"You are really courageous. You know that we are members of the Murong family, but you still dare to attack my son! You are looking for your own death!" the black-robed man said in a low voice.

At the same time, the man in black robe looked at Zhuo Wen with fear.

This person can easily fly the blood spear, which proves that this person's strength is also about the same.

It's just that the black-robed man was wondering why Zhuo Wen's aura was only the peak of fetal transformation?

I'm afraid it's hiding his cultivation.

Seeing the man in black robe stop, Zhuo Wen slowly raised Murong Fuge under his feet with one hand.

It was seen that Murong Fuge's right cheek was swollen badly, his face became distorted, and his speech was a little slurred.

It seems that Zhuo Wen's punch was not light!

When Fan Shuang and Shi Jianwei saw Murong Fuge's miserable appearance, the corners of their mouths twitched involuntarily.

This is the direct descendant of the Murong family, Zhuo Wen actually still attacked him, how determined is his heart.

"Bastard! You..."

As soon as Murong Fuge was brought up, he saw Zhuo Wen and roared angrily, but his words were a bit vague, and what he said was not very clear.

Snapped!

As soon as Murong Fuge spoke, Zhuo Wen slapped him directly.

"you��"

Murong Fuge was stupefied and wanted to speak again, but Zhuo Wen slapped him backhand.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

...

In this way, Zhuo Wen slapped Murong Fuge a dozen times under the stunned gaze of the crowd. The sound of those slaps was really too crisp. JrNovels.com